Sans has left himself intangible up until this point - some of the blustering magical winds and stray energy manages to shove him around, but for the most part he's made it through okay. His intent has been to just get to the target as quickly as possible, and then wait for the group to organize. It seemed like the best plan, because none of them are an island, and nobody is pulling off this ritual alone.
But then Lambert just fucking Leeroy Jenkinses straight down the center of the courtyard, and he's suddenly thinking that maybe they need a change of plans.
"Welp," he says. "Looks like it's improvisation time."
He zooms off ahead to try to lend Lambert some support. Hey, maybe the guy's got a good thing going?
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Sans has left himself intangible up until this point - some of the blustering magical winds and stray energy manages to shove him around, but for the most part he's made it through okay. His intent has been to just get to the target as quickly as possible, and then wait for the group to organize. It seemed like the best plan, because none of them are an island, and nobody is pulling off this ritual alone.
But then Lambert just fucking Leeroy Jenkinses straight down the center of the courtyard, and he's suddenly thinking that maybe they need a change of plans.
"Welp," he says. "Looks like it's improvisation time."
He zooms off ahead to try to lend Lambert some support. Hey, maybe the guy's got a good thing going?